the mountain, Walisiyi, and I
I have found myself at the foot of this mountain,
and then at its top and within the slopes in between,
who I am contains multitudes
and I savor the part of me who is of the mountain,
who knows the geology, the botany, the history,
the reality of stream and flower that dances upon its bulk,
the vistas revealed along its trails
and from its long east-west top ridge,
where sunset and then sunrise work upon my soul,
and remind me that my sun will go down, too,
and that every day opens with a reminder
to let there be light upon my path,
to remember the promise of each new day,
the openness to start anew when needed,
my sun has not yet gone down,
yet my body is increasingly challenged
by the miles of pulling itself up the steepness
and navigating the effort of the way down,
once again this year my wife and I
embraced the effort of the mountain,
enjoyed sunset and sunrise
and the camaraderie of family and friends on the top,
the mountain is greater than I am,
but I love to walk in its beauty,
to share its greatness as we hike upon it,
its beauty imbues me with the spirit
I want to celebrate with my life.
by Henry H. Walker
June 12, ‘22
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